This is the “European hammer” that belonged to my grandfather. I will have more to say about the old fellow and his life in the coming days, but, for the moment, here is the hammer itself:
You can see how ready it is to get to work, banging in a thin nail or doing some serious peening (whatever the hell that is). Here is another view of the business end of my grandfather’s ball-peen hammer:
I never saw my grandfather use this hammer, that I can recall. The hammer, I must say, reflects his style. My grandfather had a certain graceful delicacy about him. He was surprisingly light on his feet. My sister once witnessed him, at close to eighty, doing a mocking dance move behind his overbearing wife’s back. It was during a dispute over the fate of some cash my grandfather was planning to deposit in the bank.
“Don’t put that money in the bank! I’m taking Abby out for lunch and then we’re going shopping, I need the money,” my grandmother said, in the tone of one used to being the boss.
My sister then had the miraculous luck to witness a little dance that my grandfather must have done countless times over his long life with Yetta. As his wife went into the other room, he did a kind of shrug and with fluid grace lifted one leg, bent the other knee and threw his arms to the side in a comically ironic manner.
“She don’t want to put the money in the bank,” he said quietly, moving his head from side to side as he danced his mocking dance. “She don’t want to put the money in the bank!”
Decades later I found a great clip somebody put together of Paolo Conte’s  wonderful “It’s Wonderful” with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing. A beautiful job. Take a moment to enjoy it, and enjoy it you certainly will. I sent it to my sister with the caption “Pop” and she instantly agreed.
 dig what Conte plays behind the sax solo, (I’ve cued it up for you), great stuff!